Chrysalis

I’m so .... So hungry!

Perched here on the roof of the cavern, my claws dug into the cold rock there is only one thought in my mind.

Food!

All the delicious things I was able to eat in my previous life are spinning through my mind, chocolate, cake, steaks, bread, yes even bread! I haven’t eaten anything for two days now, the hunger is making my mind play tricks on me. The last time I saw a Croca-beast I swore it looked like a cow and nearly leaped at it from the ceiling!

The centipedes are looking and more like a tangle of noodles. I have to solve this situation before I get myself killed chomping on something I shouldn’t.

Two days. I have been planning for two. Whole. Days.

I have studied every aspect of this end of the cavern in excruciating detail. I’ve spent so long hanging upside down over the water basin that I nearly feel asleep and dropped into the water. That would be a swim I wouldn’t enjoy...

A welcome side effect of spending all my time this way has been my sneak has levelled up to four! Thanks to spending my downtime digging away at my hiding place my digging has also reached level three.

Mua HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I prepare, I grow, I hunger!

Sigh.

I know, these skills are pretty much useless, ok? I know. I’ll take anything I get at this stage. Hopefully, soon I’ll be able to conquer my first prey.

My antennae twitch suddenly. The target is close, I can smell them. Concentrating hard I try to focus my eyes, I’m currently positioned away from pool in a very dark area of the cavern, the snaking light veins along the walls are far apart here, allowing deep shadows to exist.

My chosen prey has been using the wall on this side of the cavern as a resting place, crawling down to the floor and over to the pool once each day to drink.

path that I think I can defeat.

Wait, I see it!

the rocks towards the top of the wall, I haven’t been able to see clearly enough to identify exactly where so I couldn’t tell when it started moving but I have

or as quickly as I can whilst still being stealthy I scramble towards the darkness above the creature. My stomach is rumbling, demanding

I

slowly, especially on the vertical surface, I

armour lizard directly below me now, facing away from my position. The large spines protruding from its back look so solid, as if made of stone. Man, I bet it would sting to get stabbed with one

can’t start thinking negative now,

slowly, I move above the target, my eyes are the eyes of the hunter, the eagle, the tiger! I have to wait for my moment to

Now!

and fire my acid spray directly at the target. The liquid falls through the air at tremendous speed, splashing against the rock and covering

target practice over the last few days has

acid begins to burn its legs, it tries to turn and find the attacker but I’m already moving, racing down the wall behind it, all thought

ground for you Lizard! You want to battle me here on the wall? With my incredible grip skill at level three, this wall is no challenge, also, I am nimble and light but you are heavy

want to face me? Courting

My first battle, the first hunt! I cannot fail here or my life may be over, I have to focus. The Lizard is bracing itself for

expect that

for the fight as the Lizard growls and hisses as acid continues to burn at its feet and now face. It won’t be finished from just this

the wall, the Lizard trying to thrust forward with its

of our fight vibrate through the air, bouncing off the rock walls and pillars of stone, shaking the air against my antennae. I’ve seen more than one fight over the last few days settled by new challengers entering as the original combatants grew weary. I can’t allow this to

the energy required to support its body here on the wall while fighting is taking a

lowering my body closer to the wall. To grip at this sort of angle takes all the strength

Chance!

the head of my foe. It releases a pained growl as my jaws continue to squeeze tightly but I

Lizard, you must become my

my strength, prepare my

its head gripped in my mandibles the Lizard begins to fall away from the wall as I sail over its head, scaly feet tipped with claws scrabble and scrape at the stone but burned with acid and worn out from fighting they simply cannot muster